Against All Odds

The profusion of art for sale here in Vietnam is something of a surprise for me. Although there are very few art galleries and even fewer art museums, the streets are practically overflowing with paintings, sculpture, and lacquerware for sale. Most of these are cheap reproductions of Western classic paintings (I already have my copy of Gustav Klimt's 'The Kiss') such as Matisse, Dali, and Botero(?).

But the best thing about the art scene here is that it's remarkably affordable to have your photos, pictures from a book etc. turned into an oil painting. Walking along Bui Vien (part of the main tourist area) I found myself facing this:

I asked the artist (who happened to be the owner) if that piece had been commissioned by anyone. He shook his head, and said he couldn't remember where the source material had come from.

As it happens, the only official Jewish organization in this city that I'm aware of (Chabad) is three blocks away on Le Loi. The Jews denied all involvement. Stay tuned.

Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch....

I know I'm a bit late on this story, but...

Sarah Palin's unmarried teenage daughter is pregnant.

I guess that abstinence-only education really worked, huh? Of course we can't talk about it because it's a 'family matter' and an 'issue of privacy'. Funny, I thought the whole pro-life no sex education thing was premised on the idea that privacy was a myth created by liberals to hide their own depravity.

Let me tell you, if Barack Obama had an unmarried pregnant teenage daughter you can bet we'd be hearing aabout it 24/7. His political ambitions would be over. I guess the rules are different for one side of the aisle.

The Opera Curse Continues

One of the more serious disappointments from my time in Buenos Aires was that the Teatro Colon was under construction, forcing me to go to the smaller Coliseo - or out to La Plata - to get my opera fix.

The situation in Saigon, however, seems much more dire:



This pinkish French confection used to house the National Legislature, but after the RVN government collapsed it reverted to being a musical venue and was given the uninspiring name of the Municipal Theater.

For my entire time here, however, it's been closed and undergoing repairs. The doors are open but the interior is blocked off, with cobwebs and a dusty notice board advertising long-past concerts.

One can't expect too much in terms of live classical music in most third-world countries, but sheesh, throw me a bone here.

Teaching: the Only Hard Part is the Students

So I'm pretty well into the rhythm of teaching. Three of my four classes are fairly easy. The students are bright and willing work, and so class is not too demanding and actually rather fun.

One class, though, is rapidly becoming a nuisance. It's an unfortunate truth of Vietnamese English students that they have excellent reading skills, excellent writing skills, and at least passable listening skills.

But they cannot speak to save their lives.

Partly because they haven't had the practice. Most of them have had Vietnamese teachers, and since speaking is the hardest part they tend to skimp on that in favor of grammar and reading.

Beyond that, however, they just don't try. They won't risk being wrong. If they don't understand something they won't ask for help. They'd rather sit like in silence like zombies, hope someone else will say something, and then complain that the class is boring. I'll show them.

A Room With a View

My new apartment is up on the 16th floor, which gives me a fine view of downtown Saigon:

The first thing I noticed: no skyscrapers to speak of. I'm living in one of the tallest buildings in the city and it's only 17 floors high. THE tallest building is the Saigon Trade Center and that reaches 33 stories tall and is still shorter than the Washington Monument.

Saigon is a city of about 7 million people and the amount of available space is rapidly declining. Logically the only place to go is up, but development of high-rises and other tall buildings has been very slow.

Why that is I couldn't really say; it may have something to do with inflation or the very high cost of real estate.